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[12]Video/Action Olivine-"If I Had to Write an Article About You, It Would Say You're Very Negative"

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[WRITING CONTEST]

[All Blake wanted was a paper.

Sure, they're mostly stupid crap and the headline puns are even worse than at home, but there's something right and normal about heading out to the little newsstand in the morning to pick one up.

He's gotten to know the guy who works there a little. Decent enough guy, almost normal. Chatty, though. Today Blake's not paying much attention as he fishes change out of his pocket and goes uh-huh, yeah, sure, until all of a sudden he hears, "Oh, wow, you will? Thanks! That helps me a lot!"

Ten minutes later, he's gotten a firm handshake, a bunch of paper, and a dawning idea of what he just got himself into.

Shit. Just doing the damn thing is the fastest way to get these people to leave him the hell alone.

That's why, a couple hours later, you might come across Blake or one of his Pokemon going around town stapling up flyers about a little local contest. (He went and made the things, and the guy from the paper went "Oh" and went over them with a black pen real quick.) It will be the most sullen stapling you've ever seen.]

[VIDEO]

Hey. All of you.

[Blake's out on the main street of Olivine, in the shade of a building.]

I got roped into running some kinda contest bullshit. Something about making up stories or other crap. You make shit up, you send it to PO Box 226, they put it in the paper, people vote, you win shit.

[He waves a flyer at the camera.]

Fuckin' voila. So do it. [He perks up a little.] Or don't. Hell, that way I don't have to deal with it.

Here.

If you got any questions, don't fuckin' ask me.

[OOC: The writing contest has officially begun! Entries go here, and more information, including specifically how the special guest prizes work, is here. The Nurse Joy sprite was made by L-mon at DeviantArt. Happy writing!]

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[Blake doesn't entirely catch that.]

An empty-what?

A non-player character...that seemed to be how you were referring to them.

[Blake aims for the part of that he can understand.] I'm not playing anything. This isn't a game, kid.

...You called the people here "only a step up from the animatronics". Like they weren't...real.

Yeah, they're some kind of lobotomized weirdos. That doesn't make this crap a game.

They're different from all of us. You must've noticed that.

...They're not different from everyone here. And...this place...back home, I've played a game called "Pokemon".

[ Man, first this guy got her an alarm clock and then he dissed NPCs.

...

She kind of dislikes him a little... ]

Come on. You ever tried to have a real conversation with one? They're robots or nutjobs or something.

Yeah, I know, that's where all these little monster things came from. But wherever this is, it's not bleeps and bloops in an arcade machine. I'm not some little Pac-Man character. I've got... [he waves his hand around] organs, and a mortgage.

[Dislike? How could you use such a strong word about gentle Blake?]

...All the time. They're as real as you and I.

[ Which would be a sick burn if he only knew, but she's...not even trying to be insulting. ]

They have lives here, too...even if they're not the sort of lives you'd be used to. That...doesn't make them any less valid. You shouldn't call them those things.

[Blake's head snaps up. His tone's a lot sharper than you'd think was called for,] No they're not. I've been stuck here a damn year and I got nothing in common with these people. It doesn't make me one of them.

[And there it is: somebody's afraid he's gone native.]

...Them being real and you being one of them...aren't things that have to both be true at the same time.

[ At least, she doesn't think so. ]

That's what you said. They're the same as you and me. That doesn't bother you?

[That's what Blake heard, at least.]

You wouldn't wanna be like that, would you? All moon-eyed and never questioning all this bullshit, like goddamn cows. Never even trying to fight back.

Edited 2014-02-10 07:58 (UTC)

...I have no reason to fight my being here. And that's not...what I meant. I mean that they're people like you and I...that doesn't mean that this place is your home, since that's...obviously not true.

[ ... ]

Taking happiness where you can find it...I think that's an important thing to do.

The point is, we are real, real different. I don't know what's wrong with them, but there's something off there. For all we know they're in on whatever kidnapped us here, so they're sure as hell not our friends.

[Blake snorts.] If you're happy in a damn cage, you don't deserve it.

You've got that wrong. Everyone deserves to be happy, in whatever capacity they can be. This place...is where I can be happy. I don't think it's a cage at all.

Aren't you pissed off at being dragged here and jerked around?

[Blake's voice goes flat as he echoes her.] Everybody.

Kid, you haven't met some of the sons of bitches I have.

You're assuming that I have a place to go back to...or that I'd want to go back there if I did. Isn't that something you shouldn't do...?

Sure you do. You had to come from somewhere. You don't look much like a teenage runaway. Your hair's too fancy.

Hell, even if your home was lousy, it was yours, and you can't appreciate getting kidnapped.

Wait a minute.

[It sinks in, and Blake is more confounded than offended.]

Are you lecturing me?

...No. I'm trying to explain that you...don't have all the facts.

[ ... ]

Even now, you misunderstood what I was saying. In the place I came from, I do not exist any longer. There are people like that here...and...that's something to remember.

Edited 2014-02-16 12:14 (UTC)

[That Blake can actually kind of accept.] I don't know anything about the planets you people come from. You could ride on goddamn dinosaurs for all I know.

[Blake's pause is significantly longer.

He comes to a firm conclusion and puts his hands up.]

I have no idea what you're talking about and I'm getting the real strong feeling that I don't want to try to find out.

[he can't keep himself from adding]

I don't care if you're a goddamn ghost.

Edited 2014-02-16 13:20 (UTC)

...Like in Mario? I'd like a Yoshi of my own...

[ AND SUDDENLY NANAMI DERAILS HER OWN LINE OF CONVERSATION.

Good job, girl. ]

[Now he's even more lost.]

A what?

[ Welcome to the life of her castmates. ]

Yoshi...the dinosaur that jumps. The one Mario can ride.

[The name rings a faint bell.] That some kind of Nintendo game thing? What's that got to do with anything?

Don't you think riding one would be fun...?

[ IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. ]

Riding a fucking dinosaur? Hell no. It'd bite your hands off. They kept those things behind electric fences for a reason.

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